Pushing away the strange woman wrapped in sheets beside her, Wren's eyes swept over her bare skin. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The traces left by the info*** are vivid, he stroked his slightly swollen brain, walked naked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the bedroom, and forcefully opened the huge curtains.

He drank a lot of alcohol last night, and those bastard scum obviously didn't achieve the purpose he expected, so he fought back a little by pouring alcohol. I have to say. These bastards are indeed human spirits, and Twright can treat them as air, but he can't. He had to stay here for the next five years, and his experience reading newspapers in his office before crossing told him that the first thing he had to do to control an area was to understand it.

And to get to know a place, alcohol is clearly the best choice.

Ortlenburg was even more chaotic than he had expected, and the city was ruled by three great powers, contending with each other.

The first force is the slave traders, led by Harvey, who are able to occupy the first place because they have enough men. Harvey commanded a total of five slave capture teams, more than 300 thugs with more than one life on their backs to obey his command, and more than 500 slaves could be recruited at any time. At the same time, he also had friendly relations with the slave merchants in the nearby cities, and if necessary, he gave up a certain amount of interest and share, which was bound to attract assistance.

The second force is led by Alma, perhaps it is difficult for ordinary people to imagine, how can some ** overpower the underground emperor to become the second force, but such a thing obviously exists in such a contradiction. The geographical location and environment of Ortlenburg are so poor that people with a little ability have chosen to leave, and it is not dominated by agriculture, let alone animal husbandry and minerals, and the income of the entire city can be said to come from gray and illegal ways.

Women, money, this is the magic weapon to control the villains.

The third force is the underground force represented by Hutt, which is organized, has a clear division of labor, and is strictly hierarchical. Hut's income comes from protection fees, protection fees for **, protection fees for merchants, and income from the sale of stolen goods. It seems that Hutter is not as aggressive as the slave traders, but you can't really underestimate him, think about it, why should a group of villains pay protection money to another group of villains, and why should a large group of villains pay protection money to a small group of villains?

The reason is actually very simple, that is, to be afraid, to be afraid, to be beaten, to be afraid of death.

In addition, there are some small forces that are intricately intertwined, such as those businessmen who trade across borders, buying and selling some legal daily necessities and luxury goods on the surface, but secretly frantically smashing contraband back and forth. In order to ensure the smooth flow of trade routes and their own safety is not threatened, these smugglers' personal guards are luxurious. There are also those mercenary groups, many of them are deserters, they may be inconspicuous in front of the two armies, but here they are all masters who do not want to die, as long as they are willing to give money, they have nothing to dare to do.

The ordinary residents of the local area are not necessarily good people, and it is not possible for honest and good people to live in a group of villains and maintain their own livelihood. The corpses in the streets and alleys that smell foul and are covered with flies and maggots are silently telling everyone that here, don't underestimate anyone, and don't look down on yourself.

The sunlight shone through the crystal window door on Wren's body, and the dazzling light brought him back from his contemplation, and his strong body and angular muscles made him not look like a traditional nobleman at this time. Those aristocrats may have a healthy body, but they will never be so fit, they do not have the perseverance and perseverance to spend most of their time in fitness.

There was a gentle knock on the bedroom door twice, and Wren answered lightly, and the chief maid of the City Lord's Mansion rushed in with a group of red-faced maids. Holding in their hands clean clothes that had been starched and dyed overnight under incense, they began to dress him around Wren. At the same time, there were two rough servants, carrying a roll of blankets and spreading them on the ground. One of the short and fat servants pulled out a palm-sized crystal bottle from her waist, filled with alchemical medicine that glowed green.

She pulled off the lid, pinched the cheeks of the sleeping woman on the bed, and opened her mouth to pour all the juice in. The woman was choked up, screaming in fear, wrapped in the sheets and trying to escape, looking at Wren with fear and horror in her eyes. Wren looked away and looked elsewhere, it was obvious that the female companion of a hereditary baron and the lord of the city should not be a commoner, but might even be a ****** woman from a brothel who was caught by the servant woman in despair, brutally threw it on the blanket that had been laid out, pushed it hard, and rolled the woman up tightly and carried it away.

After saying goodbye, she may never see this woman again, and she may become the most conspicuous of certain establishments in another city. After all, a woman who has been spared by an aristocratic person has an unparalleled attraction to the commoner class. Of course, all this is part of the life of the aristocracy, and it has long been strange.

Deep down, Wren didn't like this woman either, and even felt disgusted. It is very likely that she is a pawn sent by a certain force, and what he is doing now is just refusing.

A variety of clothes were worn on Wren's body through the delicate fingers of the maid, and the aristocratic costume has always been a headache. It is a fact that many commoners tend to scandalize the aristocracy with "stupid aristocrats who can't even put on their own clothes", but it is a distorted fact. Even if these clothes were given to civilians, they would not be able to put them on themselves.

Before wearing the shirt, you need to put on a strap that goes through the thighs and waist, and the other end of the strap is buckled on the shoulder, which is to allow the nobles to straighten their waists whenever and wherever they are, so as to avoid bending over and hunching over to affect the honor of the nobles. The next shirt is also a big problem, there is a row of twenty-four buttons on the back of the shirt, and according to the different body type and state, whether each button is buttoned or not is strictly meticulous. Finally, there is the coat, which is much heavier than expected, and in the invisible place, there are dozens of animal bones supporting the shape of the entire coat .......

In short, no nobleman could put on his own clothes unless he did not wear formal clothes.

After about twenty minutes, under the guidance of the chief maid, Wren finally put on his clothes and looked in the mirror, although he was not very satisfied with some of the details, but in this remote country with almost no concept of country, this is already good.

"Your Excellency, the tax collectors, clerks, garrison captains, and city guards of this city are already waiting for your summons in the waiting room. Are you going to eat first, or do you want to summon them first?", after getting dressed, the little maids saluted and left, but the chief maid stayed. Normally, her current job should be handed over to the city lord's butler, but unfortunately, Wren didn't bring any entourage with him when he came here except for a fifth-level knight. Therefore, the chief maid naturally took on the part-time job of housekeeper.

Wren walked towards the door and asked, "What's for breakfast?"

The head maid in her forties squeezed out a smile with a straight face like an old nun, "The staple food is Colmer veal, Sidon wheat porridge, oatmeal porridge, and accompaniment to butter bread, Colmer smoked beef leg slices, and dragon eggs." Fresh Colmer milk and freshly squeezed juices are also available. ”

Wren pondered for a moment, "Forget it, I'll meet the guests first!"

The grassroots political system of the empire is mainly divided into five major departments, the first is the city lord's chamber, which is led by the city lord's office and is also the largest ruling body at the grassroots level. The second is the tax department, the operation of the empire is inseparable from funds, the fiefdom income of the nobles is owned by the nobles, and the only funds that the empire can extract from the grassroots are taxes. The third is the clerks, who are vertically managed, directly employed by the Imperial Grand Court, to record the contradictions and conflicts that occur at the grassroots level, and within a certain scope can begin to deal with these contradictions and disputes, which can be regarded as a shrunken judge.

In addition to this, there are the garrisons, the former whose role is to maintain law and order in a city, and to ensure that the inhabitants are not violated. The latter's task is to ensure that the sovereignty of the city is not violated, and at the same time to be constrained and dispatched by the city lord's office.

In addition to this, there is also a department, called the Council Chamber, which is in charge of the clerk, whose duty is to listen to public opinion and give appropriate feedback to the upper echelons of the empire. However, in many cases, the department was useless, and the nobles would not stop their misdeeds because of the criticism of the commoners.

The City Lord's Mansion is not large, and Ortlenburg belongs to the war zone both before and now, and building a luxurious City Lord's Mansion in the war zone is obviously a long-headed behavior. Under the leadership of the chief maid, Wren arrived at the meeting room not long after, and the original idea of the chief maid was to go to the study, so that it would be easier to get the favor of these guests. But Wren put a stop to this self-inflicted cleverness, and he has no friends in this decaying city, and not everyone can be his friend.

"Hello, I'm Kent, it's an honor to meet you!", as soon as the four of them entered the drawing room, the strongest man showed the most flattering smile, his mouth turned to the base of his ear, and a mouthful of yellowed teeth was exposed. He walked up to Rossi in a few steps, bowed, and introduced himself: "I am the city defense officer of Ortlenburg, a Desi, I sincerely obey your orders and am willing to serve you!"

Wren looked at it and stretched out his right hand, and Kent flattered him and shook Rossi's hand passionately but not presumptuously. This is a very appreciative style, under the strict hierarchy between nobles and commoners, even if Wren snorts coldly with his nostrils facing the sky, he has to bear it with a smile.

The eyes of the other three lit up slightly, and the smiles on their faces became sincere.

"I'm Kuito, the clerk of Ortrenburg, and I'm honored to accept your summons!" Quitu was much thinner, polite, and smiling reservedly. When he speaks, he doesn't speak quickly, apparently after careful consideration, and he doesn't say or do anything when his head is hot. Wren shook his hand as well, and after the salute he stood respectfully to the side. He is obviously more detached than others, after all, clerks are more likely to get promotions, and they may psychologically look down on their colleagues.

The third person after that was a fat man, with a shy stomach, and the autumn weather still did not take away the beads of sweat from his forehead. He wiped his sweat and bowed hard, "My name is Richard, the tax collector of Ortrenburg, and it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

This man was so fat that Wren couldn't help but look at him a few more times. A tax officer can be so fat that he has at least 300 pounds like him, which is also an outlier. Many tax officers are very thin, because the position is not a comfortable job, and the promotion and future of the tax officer are directly related to his own job. If the tax is not completed in full for two years, you must face the end of the withdrawal, so most tax officials will not be too fat, and the psychological pressure and hard work are the reasons why they are not fat.

Although the last person was also smiling, he always gave people a serious impression with a straight face, and his straight back was also what Wren admired the most.

"My name is Poulsh, Captain of the Garrison, and it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

After a brief introduction, the four of them sat down on a stool at Rossi's request.